A Person's a Person, No Matter How Small

Today, we (you, me, and Anderson) made a trip back to Tahlequah to have you weighed. Your doctor was a bit concerned last time and wanted to make sure you were getting enough to eat. When you were born, you weighed 6.07 pounds and were 17.5" long. Then, by the time we left the hospital, you were down to 5 pounds, 11 oz. And then, last Tuesday, at around 3 weeks, you were back up to 6 pounds, 4 oz and today you were 6 pounds 8 oz!! For a breastfeeding mamma, this is a relief to hear. He said breastfed babies typically take two weeks to regain their birth weight, so you're pretty much on target. Good job, babe! Keep up the good work (by which I mean, eating...which you are currently doing! And you have the hiccups...you get them almost every time I feed you and I have yet to learn if this is preventable or not.
You seem to really love having your eyebrows stroked. You close your eyes and do these little 1-second smiles...
You did not like the trip today...I cannot necessarily assume that once I have you in a car you will succumb to sleep from now on. You cried almost the whole way back home and only stopped momentarily under the following circumstances: gravel roads, "Small Town" by John Cougar Mellencamp (I was desperately hitting Scan), and when I dipped my middle finger in my Diet 7up and let you suck on it for a second. The finger trick worked last Sunday on the way home from church--I let you suck on my middle finger for about 20 minutes, but your dad was driving then, making this much easier.
So far, my favorite outing with you has been Saturday's trip to Broadway Books. We found a seat in the back of the store and I got to read the first three chapters of "The Shack" and drink a (decaf!) Mocha while you nursed. Our first "Girls Day Out," it was. Then we visited Joni's little shop "Oh So Pretty" and sampled perfume and although you were asleep in the carrier, I think you would have really liked the place. Ok, let's go back to bed now...